and the mass confusion
[the bustle of the city is heard in the background, as Indiana stands idly in the middle of it all.] ... huh. This doesn't exactly look like France.
Could've sworn I took that bullet--but I guess not. This doesn't make sense. And they were right there, too--how could--where am I, anyway?! That Church's architecture didn't tell me a thing.
[he groans; there is a distinct shuffling as he removes his hat and rubs some sweat from his brow. He moves his hand to the back of his head, confused.] S'for the better, I guess.
Right. The best thing to do is ask the locals. Hey, could y'--Look, I need to--Hey. Yeah, where am I?
.. No, really. Where is this place? [a frustrated voice replies to him, and he seems to growl, turning away and walking off on his own.] Template. Right. Must've just been a drunkard. There's no such thing as a Template in France.
Look--hey, lady--yeah, I'm looking for--no, I don't want to buy any of that. Will you just--you know what? Forget it. I'll just go find a map.
I don't have time for this..
Could've sworn I took that bullet--but I guess not. This doesn't make sense. And they were right there, too--how could--where am I, anyway?! That Church's architecture didn't tell me a thing.
[he groans; there is a distinct shuffling as he removes his hat and rubs some sweat from his brow. He moves his hand to the back of his head, confused.] S'for the better, I guess.
Right. The best thing to do is ask the locals. Hey, could y'--Look, I need to--Hey. Yeah, where am I?
.. No, really. Where is this place? [a frustrated voice replies to him, and he seems to growl, turning away and walking off on his own.] Template. Right. Must've just been a drunkard. There's no such thing as a Template in France.
Look--hey, lady--yeah, I'm looking for--no, I don't want to buy any of that. Will you just--you know what? Forget it. I'll just go find a map.
I don't have time for this..